sarge's muscled ass bounced with every thrust, jockstrap straining to contain his fat, leaking cock. sweat seeping into the sheets.
โf-fuck, kidโ h-harderโ!โ
he growled, thick legs trembling. those hairy, muscled mantits jiggling like jell-o.
โgod damnโ!โ
@DownByTheDemon ๐ฒ: you know where to find me boy
๐ฒ: i aint goin anywhere
the old pokรฉmon doesnโt seem to like using punctiation marks too muchโฆ
+
๐ฒ: youโre still in thr hym
๐ฒ: the gym
๐ฒ: ?
a second.
๐ฒ: donโt fuckin move
๐ฒ: but put some pants on
๐ฒ: pleasd kid
the urshifu moved faster than heโd ever admit, heading back to his own gym to fetch one trouble making canine.
(and perhaps see that cock in person.)
sarge choked on his own spit once he saw the picture, cheeks coloring a deep crimson as he whipped his head left and right to check for passersby before frantically replying.
๐ฒ: what in arceusโ ever fucking sake is wrong with you boy
despite himself, he had saved the image.
+
+ burly arms in front of him, staring the feline down.
โwe ainโt workinโ out distracted. thatโs how injuries happen. but aside from thatโฆโ
he slapped the treadmillโs base, making the equipment rattle.
โโฆ we respect our tools. ya hear me, son?โ
sargeโs eye twitched.
he stomped towards the lion and snatched the book from his hands, snapping it shut. his expression was a mix of confusion and offended bewilderment.
โyer disrespecting this gym, boy.โ
the old โfu set the book down on a nearby bench before crossing his +
"Of course."
With a curt nod, the lion goes about his business, eventually ending up reading a book whilst walking on the treadmill, not minding the man he knew was watching him.
It was pretty difficult to disturb the lion.
sarge stared at the emojis, brows furrowed, scratching the back of his head.
๐ฒ: what the hell is that supposed to mean
poor old pokรฉ doesnโt speak โemojiโ.
๐ฒ: ๐งฎ
๐ฒ: thats my gym kid
๐ฒ: i can do whatever i want
๐ฒ: do you wsnt me to put you on the blacklist
๐ฒ: i told you i dont likr others seejng you naked
a pause.
๐ฒ: this phone isd too fuckinv small
โ โ
โ โ Ding .แ
โ โ Right away the fire type is checking his phone . Chuckling to himself, the type Sarge makes, he oddly . . adores it .
โ โ ๐ฒ Nope
โ โ ๐ฒ Not at all !
โ โ ๐ฒ Maybe ...
โ โ ๐ฒ Whatcha gonna do if I am ?
โ โ Sent ..
โ โ Snickering to himself .แ
โ โ
๐ฒ: did you like it
having the old, intimidating urshifu ask him if he liked the rather risquรฉ picture he sent him was definitely a weird experience.
๐ฒ: those are the only pictures that werenโt shaky
he grunts, a wordless approval of his reasoning. although sarge doesnโt like staying up late, he respects the grind even more.
โjust clean up after yer self. i ainโt wipinโ those equipment the second time.โ
he turns away but hovers nearby, tidying up, keeping an eye on him.
"You haven't those gains by staying home, do you?"
Truth be told, the lion just plain couldn't sleep. And now standing there, inhaling the subtle yet strong manly scent in the air, he felt more awake than ever.
"I won't be in your way long."
sarge took a few moments before he could send a reply back, no doubt fumbling with his thick fingers on the phoneโs tiny digital keyboard.
๐ฒ: is thid in my gumโs locker room
๐ฒ: gums
๐ฒ: gumโs
๐ฒ: gymโs
๐ฒ: i already tolc you you cant be naked there
this old man and his typos.